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I can feel the pulse in my skull
thin beads
just passing through
grotesquely covering the blue sparks
blatant impulses buried beneath
sending thoughts to my toes
coolly detached from the emotion
that dictates where the feet walk
and the colors the eyes won't see
The world is my rainbow.
What color is blood?

He and She

Every day, he said to her
words upon words
Full of heartfelt gestures,
yet said with a smirk.

She always smiled
and took them as farce
But when she went home
she wasn't sure what he meant

He sat in his room, and wondered
if by repeating himself
Gradually he spoke the truth
head in his hands, thinking of the girl

In her home, she hoped
maybe, just maybe for once
He wouldn't be the one with smiles
and his eyes on one more, one other

Both unsure of the other.

any other sunday

when the nights were balmy
standing out on the porch
mild traffic
you played me songs, on the piano
over the telephone

i sobbed when i came back from that week
hearing our voices recorded together
how could i ever recapture that moment?

i lived outdoors.
you looked over, and grinned
and i stuttered inside, when you said you'd take me there.

why is this coming back now?

this is what they call pain,
and regret.
sitting on cold nights, thinking of others elsewhere
when once, i lay
stretched on the sand
listening to the waves and loving you